9-11-02

[HonorCoins]

With the one year anniversary of 9-11 coming up I wanted to share a little piece of heaven that came to me on that day. She is my daughter, Madison Taylor, and she is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I just thought I would share her picture with you. So, when 9-11-02 comes around and maybe you start feeling a little sad just remember that something good did come out of that day. Hopefully it'll help you get through that day a little easier.

On a side note there is somewhat of a strange story about here birth. About three months before she was born my wife and I were at a craft fair looking for stuff to put in her room. We walked by a booth and right in front was a drawing of her name. It was beautiful, so we bought it. The thing that is strange about the drawing is this... it read "Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless". It just strikes me as weird that we bought that before she was born and she ended up being born on 9-11. She's full of life and laughter, so I believe there are great things in store for her.

Thanks for letting me show her off.

[Sophora]

She's a beautiful little girl. You and you wife should be proud. Thank you for sharing her with us. She's a little angel.

[Shaffer]

She is a beautiful baby. I am sure there were others joys on that day. Certainly hard to find due to being overshadowed, but they are there. I will have a humble celebration of my own on that day. It just so happens 9-11 is my girlsfriend's birthday.

Semper Fi,

Jerry

[TeufelHunden]

...You've probably already seen this in some form or another before - But from the looks of things, you're gonna be beating suitors back with rifle butt strokes ;) so it might come in handy, in many, many years. I've got 2 daughters myself and I've got it lamenated, framed & hanging in my office @ home.

Rules for Dating a Marine's Daughter

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a
package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open- minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot bellied, balding,
middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the
sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Chu Lai. When my Agent Orange or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

[Sparrowhawk]

Beautiful Daughter, you have there Marine.

With five daughter’s of my own, when the first one wanted to date, her friend came over and I sat him down at our kitchen table.

I handed him a quarter and said, put that in your pocket.

I am a Vietnam Combat Veteran, former Police Officer, I love my daughter very much and if you even think of touching her, you’ll need the coin to call, “911.”


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[thedrifter]

You have a beautiful daughter there....an angel in Daddy's eye..

Her birthday will remind us that there was good that came from that day.....

Thanks for sharing ......

God made Little Girls....

God made the world with its towering trees,
majestic mountains and restless seas,

then paused and said, "It needs one more thing."
Someone to laugh and dance and sing,


to walk in the woods and gather flowers,
to commune with nature in quiet hours.

So God made little girls
with laughing eyesand bouncing curls,


with joyful hearts, and beautiful smiles,
enchanting ways and feminine wiles.

And when He'd completed the task He'd begun,
he was pleased and proud of the job He'd done.


For the world when seen through a little girl's eyes
greatly resembles paradise.

Sempers,

Roger

[Havelka]

:)
Thanks for sharing that beautiful baby with us.When 9 11 comes up I'll also be able to remember Madison Taylor's first birthday and cheer up a little.
My baby girl will be 25 on September 15th.
Time flys PaPa.Enjoy her all you can..

[lindagr41]

Awwwww...what a sweetheart.

me

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